I really hate routines and schedules (for myself). I really hate that I need one. I really hate that I keep designing one for myself and then ignore it. Daily. I hate feeling lost and directionless. I hate that I have no motivation to change direction. Every now and then I get a little boost and then ... it fizzles out almost as quickly as the energy and inspiration came.
To use a recent pop culture analogy -- I feel like a Space X rocket.
Four minutes after it lifted off, the rocket exploded after traveling 24 miles. Multiple engines went out, according to SpaceX, leading the rocket to lose altitude and begin to tumble. After it went off course, the company forced both the rocket and the accompanying booster — which did not separate properly — to self-destruct.
I'm tumbling and spiraling and need a kick in the pants to get back on course.
